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Mar 2021
like a scratching record
around I cannot break
and in circles find nothing
more than our something should
this unwaking headache
with its cold sweat and migraines
is the only thing left
the only path to take

until we are left therein
that parallel state of unbeingawake
Colm
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Colm
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